In The Snow

Dogs in winter. Dogs in snow. Few things put such a big smile on our faces like a first morning view across a white winter wonderland. Before you get to enjoy our fun walk in the snow, I’m sharing my top winter tips with you. Because in winter, especially with Read more

Zeeland

Zeeland. The land of my childhood. Back when Zeeland was pristine and inexpensive, my family and I spent every spring and fall vacation there. Just a three-hour drive from the hellish metropolitan areas of our German home, I feverishly awaited our days in Zeeland, year in and year out. The Read more

North Frisia

Schleswig Holstein. North Frisia. Dithmarschen. Wesselburen. Hillgroven. This two-month journey is about the wind. About space. Of calm before the storm. Of storm before calm. Of the transition from warm summerair to freezing wintercold. About rainbows. And rain. And horses in front of the house. Of cabbage and funfairs. And Read more

Noord-Holland

Endless. Endless seem the duneworlds of the western coast of Noord-Holland. Endless seems the freedom on the miles-long beaches, which gently curve into the meter-high mountains of sand. Endless the relief to be here, after weeks of dog-ban-signs on the German North Sea coast. We escaped to freedom and rented Read more

Sylt & Rømø

Before I visited Sylt for the first time, I scolded the German North Sea Coast like a barnyard rat. Not because it lacked grace and beauty. No, it lacked dog-friendliness, good riding terrain, and accordingly, all the freedom I consider important. Yes, and it lacked beaches too, so I thought. Read more

A walk at sunset

Sunset. Translucent atmospheres. It‘s 2018 on the heights of Solingen.   It is already October and Tia and Sandy have been with us for three months. They know all the surroundings of Solingen. That city in which I grew up and which I never learned to love. Accordingly, I long Read more

A day in the fields

Fields. Endless expanses. It‘s the year 2018 in Solingen, western Germany.   We stroll across finite fields, which gently curve over the edges of Bergisches Land. It smells like earth and hay, in a way, that no trampled path will ever smell like. The soft ground flatters the joints. The Read more